Less than a month after starting pilot training we had a terrible mishap where both the instructor and my classmate were lost along with the jet. A lot of people were fairly shaken, myself included.

About a week later when we were getting ready to get up flying again, one of my classmates said that he couldn't...not after what happened, not with a wife and kid at home. I do not think ill of him for his decision, but I do question it...after all, he could get hit by a car tomorrow.

Sometimes to do things we love we must dare certain heights. And to do that you do risk falling. But is it so hard to fall, so bad to fail? Sometimes fortune turns against you, sometimes you fall, and yes, sometimes you die. But there is another alternative...

Sometimes you fly.